“I do not know where Robert Buchanan is,” he said slowly. “He went away some time ago. He happened to be here the night before he left. For that reason, I have been annoyed frequently by a man who is trying to locate him.
“The fellow came here two nights ago, and I was forced to tell him once more that I knew nothing of Buchanan’s whereabouts.
“If your visit is a subterfuge, you are not welcome. If you have really come to inquire fairly about Robert Buchanan, you have heard my answer.
“I have no idea whatever where the young man may be!”
“I am sorry to have caused you any trouble,” said Harry quietly. “I am not in New York all the time — in fact, I had expected to leave town tonight. But it is urgent that I should meet Buchanan. I was told that he was engaged to your niece—”
“He was,” interrupted Glendenning. “That’s all forgotten. Robert Buchanan disappeared two months ago. That ended the engagement. Robert Buchanan is no longer welcome here. You will have to look elsewhere for him!”
“No one seems to know where he is,” said Harry gloomily.
“I understand that,” said the old man, softening a trifle. “Two nights ago a detective named Hasbrouck was here. He is a private agent, employed, I believe, by Buchanan’s relatives. They, too, are wondering where the young man is.”
“A detective named Hasbrouck?”
“Yes. Don Hasbrouck. He went away when I assured him that I had no idea where young Buchanan might be. Perhaps if you communicated with Hasbrouck—”